Essays on bipolar, ADHD, addiction, gay life, and a body that’s still here.

Jock (Emeritus)

You reopen Grindr and confront the relic of who you were: confident, desired, blissfully unaware of collapse coming.

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3h8 min read

My Thoughts

Jock (Emeritus)

You reopen Grindr and confront the relic of who you were: confident, desired, blissfully unaware of collapse coming.

3h8 min read

The Bar

You wanted an upgrade. You got hardware and a new way to hate your body.

Jan 287 min read

Pills and Butterflies

Instagram mental health is a scented candle; yours is a gas leak inside locked room.

Dec 14, 20257 min read

The Psychiatry Machine

You don’t enter the psychiatry machine; you get absorbed by it. From the first “I think I need help” to locked wards, injections, and colour-coded checklists, this essay follows one bipolar brain through a system that’s both lifeline and assembly line.

Dec 7, 20257 min read

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Running autopsy of a life cracked open by late-onset bipolar, addiction, and fallout. No tidy lessons, no miracle cure — just weekly dispatches from the fault line. If there’s redemption here, it’s in telling the truth out loud and still waking up tomorrow.

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